Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
AZ,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.